Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety; other women cloy
The appetites they feed; but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies…

Epicurean cooks
Sharpen with cloyless sauce his appetite.

Pompey, scene i

Small to greater matters must give way.

Lepidus, scene ii

If I knew
What hoop should hold us staunch, from edge to edge
O' the world I would pursue it.

Octavius Caesar, scene ii

The barge she sat in, like a burnish'd throne,
Burnt on the water; the poop was beaten gold;
Purple the sails, and so perfumed, that
The winds were love-sick with them; the oars were silver,
Which to the tune of flutes kept stroke, and made
The water which they beat to follow faster,
As amorous of their strokes. For her own person,
It beggar'd all description.

Enobarbus, scene ii

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale
Her infinite variety; other women cloy
The appetites they feed; but she makes hungry
Where most she satisfies: for vilest things
Become themselves in her, that the holy priests
Bless her when she is riggish.

Enobarbus, scene ii

I have not kept my square; but that to come
Shall all be done by the rule.

Antony, scene iii

If thou dost play with him at any game,
Thou art sure to lose; and, of that natural luck,
He beats thee 'gainst the odds; thy lustre thickens
When he shines by.

Soothsayer, scene iii

’T was merry when
You wager’d on your angling; when your diver
Did hang a salt-fish on his hook, which he
With fervency drew up.

He calls me boy; and chides, as he had power
To beat me out of Egypt; my messenger
He hath whipp'd with rods; dares me to personal combat,
Caesar to Antony: let the old ruffian know
I have many other ways to die; meantime
Laugh at his challenge.

Octavius Caesar, scene i

To business that we love we rise betime,
And go to ’t with delight.

Antony, scene iv

This morning, like the spirit of a youth
That means to be of note, begins betimes.

Antony, scene iv

The time of universal peace is near.

Octavius Caesar, scene vi

The shirt of Nessus is upon me.

Antony, scene xii

O sovereign mistress of true melancholy,
The poisonous damp of night disponge upon me,
That life, a very rebel to my will,
May hang no longer on me.

Enobarbus,, scene ix

Let the world rank me in register
A master-leaver and a fugitive:
O Antony! O Antony!

Enobarbus, scene ix

Charmain: Be comforted, dear madam.Cleopatra: No, I will not.
All strange and terrible events are welcome,
But comforts we despise; our size of sorrow,
Proportion'd to our cause, must be as great.

Scene xiii

Antony: Sometime we see a cloud that’s dragonish;
A vapour sometime like a bear or lion,
A tower’d citadel, a pendent rock,
A forked mountain, or blue promontory
With trees upon ’t, that nod unto the world,
And mock our eyes with air: thou hast seen these signs?
They are black vesper's pageants.Enorbarbus: Ay, my lord.Antony: That which is now a horse, even with a thought
The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct,
As water is in water.

Since Cleopatra died,
I have liv’d in such dishonour, that the gods
Detest my baseness.

Antony, scene xiv

I am dying, Egypt, dying; only
I here impórtune death a while, until
Of many thousand kisses the poor last
I lay upon thy lips.

Antony, scene xv

O, wither’d is the garland of the war!
The soldier’s pole is fall'n; young boys and girls
Are level now with men; the odds is gone,
And there is nothing left remarkable
Beneath the visiting moon.

Cleopatra,

Good sirs, take heart: —
We'll bury him; and then, what's brave, what's noble,
Let's do it after the high Roman fashion,
And make Death proud to take us. Come, away:
This case of that huge spirit now is cold. —
Ah, women, women! — come; we have no friend
But resolution, and the briefest end.

The death of Antony
Is not a single doom; in the name lay
A moiety of the world.

Octavius Caesar, scene i

Let me lament,
With tears as sovereign as the blood of hearts,
That thou, my brother, my competitor
In top of all design, my mate in empire,
Friend and companion in the front of war,
The arm of mine own body, and the heart
Where mine his thoughts did kindle,—that our stars,
Unreconciliable, should divide
Our equalness to this.

Octavius Caesar, scene i

For his bounty,
There was no winter in ’t; an autumn ’t was,
That grew the more by reaping.

Cleopatra, scene ii

If there be, or ever were, one such,
It’s past the size of dreaming.

Cleopatra, scene ii

Mechanic slaves
With greasy aprons, rules, and hammers, shall
Uplift us to the view; in their thick breath,
Rank with gross diet, shall we be enclouded,
And forc'd to drink their vapour.

Cleopatra, scene ii

Shall they hoist me up
And show me to the shouting varletry
Of censuring Rome? Rather a ditch in Egypt
Be gentle grave unto me! rather on Nilus' mud
Lay me stark naked, and let the water-flies
Blow me into abhorring!

Cleopatra, scene ii

His delights
Were dolphin-like; they show'd his back above
The element they lived in.